Revenge Fat Wife

Simple Language Named Love

In plain sight, the event was very rigid and formal. Rully was tired of making it, until the event with guests about three hundred people, touching the tip. The starving Rully came straight down from the mop and sat not far from the buffet booth available.

Djarot chose to talk to his partner. Indeed this Djarot event, Rully deliberately did not invite anyone other than a large and close family. To be sure, Rustina and Murdyo were made by any explanation or guests who came from Rully's side.

Rustina still does not know how to apologize to her daughter-in-law. He was only able to stare at Rully from afar. He was too arrogant when he thought; it was okay if he ignored all the advice from Djarot, after all, the one who financed this marriage was his son.

Apparently, when one by one Rully's brothers came, and introduced by Sigit, Rustina just realized, her daughter-in-law is quite distinguished in this city. And, neither Rully nor her sister, not many show offs, they prefer to work.

"Nlt ... Mother!" Murdyo patted Rustina's arm, so that Rustina's daydream was spoiled. His grim face as he looked at Rully instantly changed his eyes when he hit a pair of smiling figures towards him, while turning his head.

Mayang and Gian smiled politely to Rustina, "we beg to go home, Miss Rustina." Gian said representing Mayang who had felt soreness in his back to his feet.

Rustina stutters. "Oh, yes .. si-please, Mr. Doctor. A‐em-it—"

"I represent my family and apologize for making this event not work." Murdyo swiftly recited the words of his wife. She knew Rustina was gagu when she had to apologize. That's what made Murdyo from this afternoon continue to threaten Rustina, in order to change her arrogant nature.

Gian smiled widely, even with Mayang. "The whole show of my sister's wife, went very smoothly, sir. My sister-in-law, when it comes to a wedding party that has obstacles, is responded to casually. He's been in a worse situation than this, sir."

Murdyo mangosteen, "I should be better prepared for the wedding of my first child and only man. It wasn't even late and couldn't see the event unfolding."

Murdyo looked disappointed and regretful. Rustina bit her lips to resist the heat that began to seep into her ears until now made her sweat. The chatter of the two of them made him feel insinuated, without being able to reply or do anything. She still fears the threat of being pitted against her husband. God, he only has the capital to be brave, without having any skills if he has to compete with the second wife, worse being a widow. Gusti ...!

"Honey such a moment will only happen once in a lifetime, sir. Even if they are not a match, it remains less effective if it is the second, yes .. different vibesnya, if the spell is equally dusty as it is now." Gian warming.

Murdyo catches Gian's point. Yes, they were too busy looking for the two, and when they came back, they could already guess what happened. Even though, said the two, they ran out of robbing. Yes, right, Djarot had robbed his wife who was still living. Where some people are robbed but the car is still intact, only their clothes are tattered. Did the robbing move tastes; robbed a wedding dress?

"They've been a lonely bachelor for too long. It's only natural that they are. And it's good they're not affected by anything that happens."

"Really, Sir. But by the way, tomorrow if you want to taste the cuisine of any ndeso, can play to our hut or if it comes to my wife's food stall, Mr. tidings, I will accompany," bargain Gian generous.

"Oh, well, Mas .. I'll stop by Mas Gian's house." Murdyo lowered his head. He can have a respectable position and age a lot, but now, he's no better than anyone here. He was even far below Gian about family. He is ashamed and humble.

Rustina was silent a thousand languages saw the hospitality of Gian and the humility of Mayang. They have everything, but they don't demean anyone. Seen once, they are used to living without restrictions, so getting along with anyone, can be easily familiar and not awkward. Even to her husband, even her real self makes their family ashamed. Red rustina reaches the neck and ears. He really wanted to repeat his decision last night. He's sorry.

Princess Soon passed from beside Rustina, she headed for Rully. It seemed, it was not the wealth that he would be fighting here, but intelligence. That whiny woman must not be able to be pitted against that.

"Can you join here?" The princess smiled amiably as she stood in front of Rully who was eating. Well, it's graceful, but it's not classy. Let's teach this old lady how to eat classy.

Rully wiped her mouth with a rag that lay on top of her lap. "Please Miss, or Princess only. I am much more old than you." He smiled when he said that.

Rully downed her drink slowly, and classily, even though she was in a deep spiciness. Duh, if only there was no Princess, she had already drunk from a bottle straight away.

"Shall I take this seriously or joke?" Rully laughed with her hands covering her mouth. "I've only eaten once today, and so far, I've been fine with any bike."

Rully knew, that was not the concern of the Princess but how many servings of food. He just smiled, "I'll grab a drink first, yeah."

He shook the glass while standing, and took a bottle of drinking water that was in a special stand of drinks. He took two and intended to make the Princess know who was standing before him now.

Rully returned shortly afterwards. "This is for you, you look so thirsty."

The stiff princess extended her hand, willing and unwilling. But finally, he accepted it. "Not really, but thank you, yeah."

Rully made a gesture it was nothing. "So I thought, there must be something important for you to talk about until you bother coming here. He said, you're busy with work and .. learning a foreign language."

The princess foolishly snatched the bait that Rully had thrown. "Yes, you know, I took my time. Aunt Rustina told me, so there's no harm in me coming. Although I have to return to Jakarta as soon as possible after this."

He looked at the golden-colored Bonia watch in his left hand, sighing. "I just want to tell you to keep the attitude when with Mas Lingga, he gathers with classy people."

Rully had just waited without taking off her gaze from every move of the Princess. Beautiful, but impressed. Realizing that she is considered classless, Rully sets aside a hairline that might block the Princess's eyes. If classy means wearing luxury goods in the class of watches owned by the Princess, then Rully has a much more valuable.

His long, crimson-covered fingers glide pretty down the side of the head to the neck, displaying a diamond-glowing ring and a necklace Djarot gave before the reception.

"I'm sure your Lingga Mas, understand how to harmonize my appearance with him, Put ...."

The princess saw that and understood. "That's an outside affair, Rully .. I mean, you have to be smart when you meet different people."

"Said your Lingga, I just have to be a wife of understanding, faithful, and who can please her. I've got busy, though not as busy as you, and—"

"Mas Lingga took a lot of effort to get to his position, Rully. It is not enough just to be rich and loyal, but you also have to be smart and understand many languages. I'm like this because of Mas Lingga, I'm trying to become what's called the equivalent of the Mas Lingga family."

Rully sneered. "It's a pity then."

The two women looked at each other, while Rully responded casually by hand holding a bottle of mineral water. Rully's eyes underestimated the Princess's deflated flower since Rully was completely unaffected.

"I'm just enough to be myself for Mas Djarot to chase after me. There is no need to force yourself to be smart in a complicated foreign language, work abroad, or force yourself to be loved. After all, in the end, Mas Djarot only needs simple language that is able to understand his character. The point is, if not love, you only have the shell. Please try, but I've got both."